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December is here.
my heart's December
all months go through the door
as the winter cold sheds from above
a bridge in the beginning
the hearts went for a stroll
and ended up being in a deep hole
there are some in this wise world
who despite all the frost
stil warm their hearts and get lost
in December's heart
December's heart , cold as ice
Frail as snow flakes
Melts on the palm
Ignites a spark within you
a cold heart
which starts
the warm
For few .
YOU ARE READING
Seven Visits to Heaven.
PoëzieLet the mind turn the thoughts of another universe into words and sentences understood in this one.
